Not-so-Typical Sunday

I had been asking Michael to help me take down the guest bed in the soon-to-be nursery for probably about a month now. Well, today was the day it was actually going to happen!  We had finally disassembled everything, got things ready for storage and it was time to put everything up in the attic.  Piece by piece, Michael did an awesome job of fitting everything through the tiny opening in the ceiling, considering the bed is a twin XL and has an awkward shape.  After about a half-hour of being up in the attic, Michael was ready to come down and be done for the evening.  He had made his way down the attic stairs and had folded them back up so he could lift them up into the attic.  He thought they were all secured so he let go, but little did he know that they weren't secure at all and they came crashing down on him.  Michael grabbed his head, fell to the floor and was screaming in pain.  Luckily, I was right behind him so I was able to catch the stairs, fold them back up, put them in the attic and tend to Michael.  I originally thought the stairs had just hit Michael on the hand, but once I was finally able to get the stairs up and help Michael, I saw blood not only on his hands, but running down his face as well.  It was super scary, but both Michael and I stayed pretty calm throughout the entire situation.  I ran to get some towels so he could put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding and once we had the bleeding under control, we called both my parents and his parents to make sure we did everything we could to ensure he would be alright.  We then washed his head in the guest bathroom to try and get all the blood off of him and I dabbed the wound with hydrogen peroxide to clean it.

After cleaning the wound and talking to Michael's mother, we decided it would be best to make a trip to the ER.  So we packed up and headed down to Backus Hospital.  Luckily, we made the trip.  Michael ended up getting five staples (without any numbing agent, I might add. OUCH!!!) and was given some percocet and anti-infection meds and told to go home and rest.  

What a way to end our weekend!  I'm just glad my hubby is okay, had no symptoms of a concussion and that I was there to take care of him.